Finally, his finger leisurely parted her lips at the bottom of her pussy. He took his time as he moved it up to her clit. He flicked it, and she gasped, wriggling beneath him. She felt him put pressure on her clit, rubbing his finger in slow circles, gradually quickening until she was bucking her hips against him. Nearly delirious with pleasure, she felt herself going right up to the edge, and moved harder against him, trying to bring herself to the peak so she could crash over it.
Just as she felt she was almost there, he took his hand away. "No!" she cried out, and then blushed with embarrassment. She heard his soft chuckle.
"Patience, little girl," he murmured with a satisfied tone in his voice. She felt him reach over her again to get something, and she held her breath with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Suddenly, she heard a low buzzing sound. Oh no, she thought with dread.
When the tip of the vibrator parted her pussy lips, she cried out with pleasure. He touched her so gently, just barely letting the vibration caress her skin, and the sweet torture was delicious. The tiny vibrations seemed to spread through her body, bringing her attention back to her painfully clamped nipples. With aching slowness, he traced the vibrator up and down her lips, grazing her clit for just a second before moving down again. Her hips rose to meet its touch, straining for a firmer assault of her pussy. For several minutes, he teased her, lightly stroking her with the vibrator until she finally moaned, "Please, Michael, please..." He chuckled again.
He removed the vibrator, and the vibrating sound got louder as he turned up the speed. She began to pant with anticipation as he lowered the vibrator to her pussy. He propped it up on the bed so that it rested between her lips. She felt him get off the bed, and heard him whisper, "Be right back, sugar."
"What?" she cried hysterically. The strong vibrations were settled next to her clit, but they weren't strong enough to allow her to cum. She shifted her hips, trying desperately to move the vibrator to a better position, thinking if she could just hit the right spot, then it would be enough to send her over the edge. She humped against the vibrator, feeling nearly insane with lust and desire. It wasn't enough, and she dangled on the precipice for minute after minute, sweating and whimpering.
Finally, Christine heard footsteps returning. Do I hear two pairs of footsteps? she thought, confused. But she was so delirious with need that she didn't even care. Someone climbed back between her legs, and she hoped it was Michael. She was rewarded with his voice: "Do you want me to fuck you with that vibrator, sweetheart?"
"Yes!" she screamed, frantically writhing beneath him.
"Do you want me to shove that vibrator into you and make you cum over and over again, little one?" he continued.
"Yes, yes, please!" she shrieked.
"Tell me how much, baby," he commanded.
She was so hysterical, she was nearly sobbing. "So much! Please, I need you so much to make me cum! Oh God, please let me cum! Fuck me with that thing so hard!"
Satisfied, he picked up the vibrator and, without warning, shoved it hard into her pussy. She squealed as she came almost instantly, her hips bucking against him desperately, her limbs jerking against the restraints. He stroked the fake cock in and out of her, hard and fast, and she hadn't recovered from the first orgasm before another was rolling over her. Her desperate moans and whimpers filled the room, and she was only vaguely aware of the second pair of footsteps leaving the room and then the house. She realized that it must have been Steve, but in the throes of her endless passion, she found she didn't care at all. |
